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And you who through the concave blow Swift to perform the mandates of his word, Whirlwinds and tempests, praise the’almighty Lord.
O praise him, ye in youthful prime; Praise him, who shine in beauty's excellence, And praise him, thou sweet age of innocence.
From whom its various blessings spring : Let echoing anthems make his praises known, On earth his footstool, as in heaven his throne!
69. L. M.
Praise to God from all nature.
4. Yet, mighty God, our feeble frame Attempts in vain to reach thy name; The strongest notes that angels raise Faint in the worship and the praise.
70. C. M. Praise to the God of nature.
Begin, my soul, the lofty strain,
In solemn accents sing
2. Bear it, ye winds, on all your wings,
To distant climes away, And round the wide-extended world
The lofty theme convey. Take the glad burthen of his name,
Ye clouds, as you arise, Whether to deck the golden morn, Or shade the evening skies.
The smooth æthereal plain,
5. Long let it warble round the spheres,
And echo through the sky; Let angels with immortal skill
Improve the harmony:
6. Whilst we, with sacred rapture fired,
The great Creator sing, And utter consecrated lays
To heaven's eternal King. 71. C. M. Praise to the God of nature.
1. Hail, King supreme ! all wise and good!
To thee our thoughts we raise, While nature's beauties wide display'd Inspire our souls with praise.
2. At morning, noon, and evening mild
Thy works engage our view; Oft as we gaze, our hearts exult With transports ever new.
3. Thy glory beams in every star
That gilds the gloom of night, And decks the rising face of morn With rays of cheering light.
4. The sunny hill, the dewy lawn
With thousand beauties shine : The silent grove and awful shade Proclaim thy power divine.
Employs the feather'd throng;
And chaunt their thankful song.
6. Great nature's God! still may these scenes
Our serious hours engage !
Thy works' instructive page!
ORATORIO OF ABEL.
72. P. M.
the great master of all,
73. L. M.
4. From thee proceed heaven's varied store, The changing wind, the fruitful shower, The flying cloud, the colour'd bow, The moulded hail, the feather'd snow.
5. Tempests obey thy mighty will; Thy awful mandate to fulfill, The forked lightnings dart around, And rive the oak, and blast the ground.
Yet pleased to bless, kind to supply,